Both men grinned, unable to contain themselves. “Very good,” Thomas purred. “That’s a very good girl. That pleases me.”
Tyler returned to the script. Who said drama class would never pay off? “If you wish to eat or drink anything, you must ask us for it. We will take care of your every need tonight. But if anything happens that you don’t like, do not hesitate to say no and we will stop. We will never force you to do anything. We may be playing your masters, but we take our responsibility to protect you seriously. You are our number one priority tonight. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
He kissed her forehead, as did Thomas. “Very good, sweetheart,” Tyler purred. “Do you have any questions or objections to anything so far?”
Both men held their breath as she looked from one, then to the other. Her lips curled in a sultry smile. “No, Master.”
Chapter 16
Tyler the evil genius made sure Thomas left the old Ford truck parked furthest out so it would seem logical to take it without moving cars. Not as comfy as the Ridgeline, but Tyler wanted Nevvie between them on the bench seat. Thomas shook his head and smiled at the simple, yet brilliant planning.
As much as Tyler could he’d scripted every aspect of the evening, dependent upon her willingness to play along. This included their choice of costumes, and just not because the tight pants made their reactions obvious. Thomas dressed as Zorro, romantically dark and dashing, conjuring safety with a little danger. Not to mention his cape provided instant cover for her without having to carry an extra cloak. His own pirate outfit for a similar reason, the implied hint of a ravishing to come, yet someone who would fight to the death to protect what was his. An implied dominance to both.
Tyler wanted the night to be perfect for her. Not so much for them to achieve their goal—truth be told, that would be fan-damn-tastic—but so she felt good, had a taste of the power she wielded even when supposedly submitting to them. If they didn’t screw it up, maybe she would be theirs, loving them as much as they loved her. She had to want them together.
They arrived at the party, not the earliest guests but early enough they could stake out the best location. Tyler knew Eddie and Pete still had the wonderfully huge, soft sofas with large throw cushions in the informal living room.
When they stepped out of the truck, Tyler held her leash, checking her over and adjusting her veil under her chin. It could, if necessary, cover the lower half of her face. He’d wanted to avoid smudging her lipstick—or hiding her deliciously red lips from their appraising eyes. If he sensed her getting nervous he would raise it to give her anonymity, which might help calm her.
“Do I meet approval, Master?” she coyly asked. While he’d softened during the ride over, his cock sprang to life and stretched his already tight pants to the limit.
They’d parked near the caterer’s van in a dark, empty, mowed lot two houses down from Eddie and Pete’s, one of the first arrivals. Tyler took her hand and placed it against the front of his trousers.
“Does that answer your question, little slave?” he asked.
She gasped.
Thomas walked around the truck. “What am I missing?” He’d left the plastic sword at home because it kept catching on his cape, and had donned his mask and hat.
“Come here and see, lover.” When Thomas crowded in, Tyler took her hand from his crotch and placed it over Thomas’. He moaned, and Nevvie gasped in reply.
“Good little slave,” Thomas purred.
This was torture. Well, Tyler had guaranteed to get her out of her funk. So far, they’d succeeded. Her pussy felt uncomfortably wet and aching for a finger—hell, aching for one of their cocks inside her. She wasn’t questioning how horny her boys were. If she made them hard, more power to them. She wished she could be in the middle of a ménage between them, God help her. Maybe she could get them drunk…
Tyler held the leash and put his arm around her waist. “Come along, sweetheart.”
Thomas walked on her other side. She didn’t feel quite so naked with his comforting presence beside her. She reached for his hand and he gently squeezed it.
She took a deep breath at the front door when Tyler rang the bell. The house was huge, even bigger than theirs, in a golf and country club development not too far from their house in New Tampa. A short, fat Frankenstein wearing a painfully loud Hawaiian shirt answered the door. His eyes popped when he saw Nevvie.
“Holy crap! How’d you two losers end up with an angel like her?”
“Nice to see you too, Eddie,” Thomas drawled. “You gonna let us in, or you gonna stare?”
“Can I at least hug her?”
Tyler stepped forward and held up a finger. “Sorry, darling, she’s totally off-limits. Our adorable Venus has agreed to be our little slave girl for the evening on the condition that only we get the exquisite pleasure of her touch. But feel free to say hi and drool and grovel at our studliness.”
Eddie laughed and clapped Tyler on the shoulder, smiling at Nevvie. “Hello, gorgeous. I’m Eddie, your ghost of a host for the night. I hope your boys show you a great time. If you were my cuppa tea, I’d be getting refills all night long.”
She blushed, but smiled and bowed her head. “Nice to meet you, Eddie. Thank you for your hospitality.”
“Did someone say horsebrutality?” An overweight, middle-aged Dr. Frank-N-Furter—complete with wig, huge pearl necklace, bustier, fake tat, fishnet stockings, a garter belt, and impossibly tall, chunky platform heels—tottered into the hallway. Then, in an exaggerated, fake British accent he said, “Ah! The Brit and his git have arrived…”
He fell silent when he saw Nevvie. His jaw dropped, his voice reverting to an awed whisper. “Jesus Christ, Ty, I know you told me you’d be bringing a guest, but holy crap! She’s gorgeous!”
Thomas pulled Nevvie close, his arm around her shoulders, his cape covering her back. “And she’s all ours, Pete.”
The implied, possessive warning in Thomas’ voice weakened her knees. She slipped her arm around his waist and he pulled her even closer.
Pete goggled for a moment then seemed to remember his manners. “Uh, sorry. Right. Day-yum.” He poked his finger at Tyler. “Lucky for you, asshole, most of our guests are either happily married or don’t cross to the other team’s bench. Although there’ll be a few butch gals you might have to hose down. I can only imagine trying to break up a riot of drunken jerks over her.” He turned back to Nevvie. “No offense, honey, you’re stunning, truly.”
She tipped her head. “Thank you.”
Tyler smiled. “Why do you think we brought her, Pete? Do you honestly think we’d be daft enough to parade her around a party full of drunk, straight blokes?”
“Then why did you bring her? Again, honey, no offense, you’re more than welcomed in our home.”
She laughed but didn’t reply, interested in Tyler’s response.
“Pete, our angel has had a rather miserable time of it,” Tyler explained. “Only because you’re our hosts, I’d like you to meet Nevvie. For the evening, however, we would prefer she remain anonymous.”
Recognition dawned in Pete’s face and his voice softened. “Wow! Oh, sweetie, Ty told me what you’ve been through.”
Tyler held up a hand before Pete could spoil her mood. “That’s why we brought her. We promised her a spectacular evening of fun and frivolity, and thought what better place than your party? We want to bring her back to the living, so to speak.”
Eddie finally found his voice. “So you parade her out to the annual ‘Night of the Dead’ soiree?”